Rain Go the Fuck Away

It's about 1:30 in the morning and I'm sitting in my station manager's office due to this goddamned hurricane. The basement of House 1 was flooded and they tried to evacuate us for the night. Instead of dealing with Cabrini's craziness about House 1 I trucked over in the torrential downpour back to the station because Krista is stuck here since all routes are pretty much closed going back to Jersey.

Anyway my weekend was fantastic! Saturday night Matt and crew took me down to La Salle University which was a rockin' good time since I was around a new crowd of people. The only shitty things about that night were Matt's friend trying to kiss me the ENTIRE night and said friend then trying to compare "self-loathing", "The Smiths" and "wrestling" all together. (PS---Matt's girlfriend told him that she thinks I look a little too much like his ex-girlfriend...haha, its not my fault that she was half-filipino as am I.)

Sunday night Amanda, Matt, Fullerton and I headed down to Philly to go to the Equal Vision Record Tour at the Church. (NOTE: EVR have some of the nicest people working there that I have ever dealt with-no lie.) I only wanted to go to the show to see Endicott. They put on a wicked good set and Charles definately remembered me from the random time we met at a gym in the Lehigh Valley over the summer.

After Endicott was done their set, the boys wanted to stop by a friend's apartment so we left the show early, picked up some beer, and then made our way over to the scary Philadelphia area (yes, the Temple area...ahhhhh!!!) Matt and Amanda watched Star Wars upstairs, while Fullerton and I discussed music downstairs. Totally random moment was when I looked over and realized there was a full-length of Dogs Die in Hot Cars. We totally ganked it and I finally got my copy of it today when Matt stopped by my office this morning as well as a copy of the Arcade Fire.

This Friday night is RJD2, Diplo and Rob Sonic at Beyond in Philly. I wanted my friend, the Music Snob Bastard, Michael to come with me. BUT apparently he's too busy with his graduate school shit. Thus, I invited random boy from my video productions class to come with me since he showed interest in the Diplo song I played for the last production we created. We'll see how well this all goes over considering the fact that I have to wake up the next day after the show and work a million hours for the Admission's Office.

And one last random note: I'm totally jealous of my friend Daniel Higley because he got to hang out with the Blue Van today. Actually it probably could have been considered a "business meeting", but I still envy him nonetheless. Listen to the Blue Van NOW!!! It will make you happy----I promise.

Me and my Jesse Stensby!

Yet another picture of Philly on Saturday night...Shannon, Jess from Fanatic, Daniel from McGathy, Joey, and me.

Hooray for Happy Weekends!

This weekend was surprisingly awesome considering the fact that I returned back home to shitty South Jersey. I got to play nintendo with my little sister (who is the coolest little chick that I know) I spent every morning drinking coffee and chain smoking with my Dad as we discussed if Elvis would have more fame if he didn't die at a younger age than most people do. And I got to convince my mother to let me wear my "Murder by Death" T-shirt out to dinner. (She still doesn't believe they are a band)

On Saturday night, I headed back up to Philly for the Blue Van show. My friend Jenny from back home made the trip with me. Yeah it was cold as hell, we almost didn't get in, and the first two opening bands sucked really bad, but I still had an amazing time. (I suggest everyone checks out the Blue Van...they are from Denmark and they are rocking my world right now.) Daniel from McGathy and Jess from Fanatic were there to hang out with us. (Note: Jess was so cool, that she is now my contact at Fanatic...yo, anyone who wears Nike pump's is definately rad!)

Daniel is now one of my favorite people out of all the promoter scum that I have hang out with. First of all, he hung out with us on his birthday AND punched the wall because the guy at the door almost didn't let us in because it was 21+ and we all know that Christine is still very much underage. Secondly, Daniel has donated his couch to me for CMJ! I was super nervous about where I was going to stay considering the fact that I don't know that many people in New York and I am way way low on funds. It's amazing to meet people in the music industry that are so nice to me! CMJ is only a few weeks away, I'm excited....let the fucking party begin!



Shannon from WCUR, Daniel from McGathy, and me in front of the ever-so-scary Pontiac Grille on South Street after the Blue Van show.

We Walk Through the Streets Like Lottery Winners on Acid

So I've done my good deed of the week. I found a cute little freshman, who is aspiring to become a future WYBF DJ, to take in as my protege. Tonight he came over to the room to watch Panda struggle to bang out her paper for Musical Theater Class and listen to me talk for about a good hour about music. He also witnessed me ripping apart my bag and most of my room because I misplaced my flask. For some reason he's not scared of us yet.

And earlier tonight when I was talking to George from Spectre about how awesome he is for sending me a package of happiness which includes Diplo and Travis Morrison, I realized that there is one person in the entire world that I should be thanking right now for that conversation....As big of a music snob as he comes off as, my Michael is seriously the reason why I am Music Director right now. Upon realizing this, I declared my love for him and said we should get married, with George being our best man. I was only kidding, but I still decided to call my mother and tell her I was engaged...she didn't find my joking very funny at all.

For the past year, I guess you could say I have been his music protege because on a somewhat weekly basis he forces music on me. Even though I like to refer to him as "loser" "four-eyes" "music snob" and "fucking bastard" on a regular basis, he is one of my closest friends that is as passionate about music as I am. Hey, I would not be listening to The Crimea right now if it wasn't for him, so I guess he's good for something other than making fun of him and how he tries oh so hard to be hip. (Haha--If I ever hear him say "bitch, please" in person, I think I may bitch slap him and teach him the real meaning of that phrase.)




Being addicted to listening obsessively to The Crimea is one habit that I refuse to drop.

This Is What Happens When I Fry My Brain All Day in the Office

Me and ahem.... Brad Pitt (something tells me that I have too much free time to create a monster such as this picture, or perhaps I just can't focus on the huge amount of work laying on the desk in front of me)

Today I was in the radio office from 12:30pm-5pm and then another hour after the radio meeting. I'm lucky I'm not burned out yet...I keep listening to the used French Kicks CD I found a long time ago, its from like 3 years ago but I've been obsessed with it ever since I cleaned out my closet and saw it laying there. My roommate has been watching me have a dance party to it. I don't think she would mind listening to it with me, but right now her ears are being assaulted by the new Flogging Molly that I brought back from the station for her.

Anywho, I'm very excited for this upcoming weekend! Friday afternoon Hass is picking me up and we're going to see our friend Justin's band "The Aurora" at Kate's Cafe in NJ. Then he's taking me back home...home as in Cape May, NJ home! I'm so happy to finally return back to the wasteland that is South Jersey for many reasons.

Unfortunately I'm only going to be home for Friday night through Saturday afternoon because I have to make a "business trip" back to Philly. Jon (one of my best friends from back home) and I are heading to the Pontiac Grille to see "The Blue Van" and meet up with my friend Daniel Higley from McGathy Promotions. It's his first time to Philadelphia and I promised I would show him around.

Somewhere in the time span after I get back to Jersey late Friday night and before I leave again on Saturday afternoon, I should make time for all the girlies coming back from school. I hear that Kelly, Lauren, Jenny, Anna, and Erin are all coming back home this weekend also. Holy crap, I haven't seen any of them in such a long time---I wonder if we will recognize each other when we finally all do meet up.

Oh, and I also promised my little sister that we would chill. (Note: my little sister is the most rockin' person I know. She's eleven-years-old, but I swear she is smarter than most of the people I come across in my daily travels around PA. I heard that she has recently decided to become a cheerleader, bah. But I think I'll make her yet another mix of music in order to help corrupt her. By the end of the summer she and I would rock out to Pretty Girls Make Graves and Metric on a daily basis...she's like a younger version of me---sans the whole cheerleader thing.)

Kelly said she wanted to come to see Tilly & the Wall with me which makes me super excited because the last time I went to a show with the irish goddess herself, I almost got killed in a NOFX pit. If anyone wants to come see Tilly & the Wall/ Rilo Kiley / Now It's Overhead with me I urge you to buy tickets and come chill with me. The show is on Saturday, October 9th at the Starlight Ballroom at 7:30pm. (4 days before I leave for CMJ!!!!) I tried to give tickets away on my last radio show, but that didn't quite work out, so I'm giving my extra ticket to the cute boy from the radio station.

Playlist from September 12th Show

Head Automatica - - Brooklyn is Burning
Plastic Constellations - - No Complaints
Minus the Bear - - Fine + 2 Pts.
Snow Patrol - - Spitting Games
Tilly & The Wall - - Fell Down the Stairs
Mates of State - - These Days
The French Kicks - - 1985
The Primetime Heroes - - Friends With Potential (Requested)
The Killers - - Mr. Brightside
Endicott - - Perfect, Like Paper Knives
Frou Frou - - Let Go
My Chemical Romance - - To The End
The Format - - The First Single
The Goodlife - - Notes in His Pockets
Pretty Girls Make Graves - - This Is Our Emergency
Hot Rod Circuit - - Cheap Trick
Cat Power - - He War
Metric - - Combat Baby
Jimmy Eat World - - Nothing Wrong
Billy Talent - - Line & Sinker
Idlewild - - You Held the World in Your Arms
The Postal Service - - Against All Odds

PS - - - I don't care what Jesse says, I still like Billy Talent...even though if they are from Canada.

So Amanda's friends were looking through my photo album and I realized how great this picture really is. Panda is wearing a cardigan and hugging the naked male stripper. As Siobhan said, "Your hugging him like you hug your mom."

Flasks, Bar Fights, and Lighter Fluid

About three days ago I told Panda that we would actually do something on Friday night instead of watching Dane Cook and the Reno 911 (ah, Panda has the entire first season on DVD, rock!) I was at a total loss for ideas until my cell phone rang yesterday afternoon while I was laying on the floor of my acting class demonstrating a concentration exercise which was the absolute worst time for someone to be calling me. It was Jesse from Vitriol calling to say that he and his band he was on tour with was coming to Philly later that night. And suddenly there was someting to actually do.

So Panda, Hass, and I took off for Philly after Panda and I did some celebration shots. The main goal of the night was to purchase flasks (and to not get arrested) We found parking across from the venue after I complained for about 45 minutes on how my bladder was going to explode. (Note: do NOT drink if a long car ride is involved before you reach your final destination.)

After walking getting temporarily lost in South Philly we got to South Street and began our search. Panda, Hass and I finally completed our task of buying flasks after I approached a random chick to help us find our little jars of happiness. I also bought two CD's (The Good Life and Minus the Bear) and managed to insult a random boy in an Interpol shirt at Repo. Plus, I got tickets for the Endicott show (which I'm going to skip my radio show for) and Rilo Kiley / Now It's Overhead / Tilly and the Wall.

By this time it was about 10pm I was pretty much sobered up, and it was time to head back to the little pub to meet up with Jesse. To be honest, I was a little nervous about getting into this venue because it is a bar, it is 21+ and we all know that Christine is still underage. But we got into the place with only me receiving a little slack from the door guy. (Hey I was underage and I did have a +2, we're lucky we got in at all.)

Basically I sat on my little stool and behaved myself very nicely only because I promised I wouldn't drink at all since I wasn't even old enough to be there in the first place. Jesse (who is actually very cute in person-oh my!) came and hung out with us while we watched the bands play. It was nice to finally put a face with the person that I talk to every week on the phone.

After Friends Like These played (the band Jesse was touring with....ah, they are really good. I'm not lying...you should check them out...their music will make you happy) went on all hell basically broke loose. I thought it would be an awesome idea to go back to their hotel and hang out after they left the show. Panda and Hass disagreed with my idea, so then I suggested that they go back to Cabrini and I'd get a ride with the band back to my school the next morning. Ah, not a good idea because Hass decided to act like a little kid and start yelling at me (yes I caused his yelling, yes according to Panda and Hass I was at fault...It doesn't matter who was at fault or not, all that matters was that my anger management skills are not very good especially at 1AM when someone is yelling at me).

Well I hate it when people yell at me. My hand was making a fist and I was about 3 seconds from punching him in the fucking face when I decided that it wasn't worth all the trouble. I decided that it would not be best to start a bar fight about such a moot point considering the fact that CMJ is a month away. Plenty of time to hang out with Jesse and all my friends then without having to answer to Hass. I do understand that Hass thought it was in my best interest to drag me back to boring Cabrini and that he felt responsible for me because he was the one that drove me to Philly in the first place, but I was pissed off nonetheless.

We made it back to Cabrini at about 3am and Hass thought it would be a cool idea to re-fill my zippo lighter with lighter fluid. Yeah, that was the worst idea of the entire night since he spilled it all over my floor and then I practically lit myself and the entire room on fire when I lit it up. The little wheel sparked up and I seriously thought my hair was going to go up in flames for about the 5th time in the past 3 months.

After listening to the Good Life over and over I passed out. Even though I almost broke his nose, Hass slept on the corner of my bed, then complained the next morning about how he lost his sock. Yeah, I almost beat him up this morning because at 10am the least thing I'm worried about is someone's damn sock lost in my sheets. He left for Jersey, and he'll be back sooner than later to hang out around the station and try to hook-up with my friends.

Now is the time to straighten up the room and then head down to the station to get a little work done. Panda's friends Kristin and Siobhan are coming up to visit Cabrini. Again we'll have celebratory shots and head down to South Street to raise some hell. I'll buy more tickets and CD's that I probably don't need and Panda promised that we'd get cheesesteaks tonight. I hope we don't get arrested... I hope that I don't lose my flask tonight... I hope that Panda doesn't smother me in my sleep because she's still angry about my antics of last night.

Sex Can Wait...Just Masturbate!

THIRSTY RAINY THURSDAY

This weekend seems that it will be a good one despite the crappy week that I've had thus far. On Friday Panda and I were going to check out Piebald up at Lehigh, but we decided against that. Instead we are going to buy flasks and check out the record store so I can buy more used cd's and vinyl that I don't need.

And on Saturday we're going to head down to South Street with her friends that are bringing one of me and Panda's best bestest friends: Jack...Daniels to be specific. I must remember to buy tickets while I'm down there because its a pain in the ass for me to order anything online.

There are a few good shows coming up very very soon and I'm mad excited to go since I actually found a boy at the radio station who has somewhat of a music potential. It's good to find another show buddy. No one around here really cares to bother with Indie music which means I end up going to many shows by myself or end up dragging someone who doesn't really want to be there. I've gone to all philly hardcore shows since I've been back at Cabrini and my ears are begging for anything but more yelling assaulting noise. I can't wait until I can go to my little shows and play my favorite game!

Today I spent most of my day in the radio office still trying to get everything straightened up down there. I'm actually starting to see results from all the work I've been doing which makes me feel like I'm not wasting my time. (sidenote: my mother still hates all the time I spend at the station and still refuses to recognize my new position as music director.)

OK time for me to attempt to get some more work done. This includes me cleaning my mess in the room so the roomie (the ANGRY PANDA) doesn't kill me and attempting to get some reading done for class.

Playlist from September 5th

Here is the playlist from my first show on Sunday night:
Refused - Blind Date
Refused - Liberation Frequency
Refused - New Noise
The June Spirit - Subject to Change
Postal Service - Against All Odds
Brand New - Sic Transit...Glory Fades
Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby
Head Automatica - Brooklyn is Burning
Eighteen Visions - Vanity (Request)
Atreyu - You Eclipsed By Me
Hot Rod Circuit - Cheap Trick
My Chemical Romance - Give 'Em Hell Kid
The Shins - Caring is Creepy
Goldfinger - 99 Red Balloons (Request)
The Libertines - Music When the Lights Go Out
Tilly & the Wall - Fell Down the Stairs
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Y-Control
From Autumn to Ashes - Milligram Smile (Request)
The Killers - On Top
Get Up Kids - Long Goodnight (Request)
Jimmy Eat World - Futures
Jimmy Eat World - Kill
Jimmy Eat World - Nothing Wrong

Long Lazy Weekend

Boo to me being stuck at Cabrini for Labor Day weekend. If I was back home in the miserable wasteland that is South Jersey then my ass would definately have been working. Yes this was a good weekend, but yes I spent alot of it not really doing anything productive.

Let's quickly re-cap the weekend....Friday night I went to see All Else Failed at the Church. All Else Failed was just absolutely amazing. (Yes, I go to alot of shows, way too many shows...so for me to say that probably means alot considering the fact that even my best friend always refers to me as a "music snob" for some reason beyond my knowledge.) Ginger, Bobby, Wayne and I had an amazing time at the show and an awesome time before the show down by the crazy dirty river.

Saturday was my example of how to be a total waste. Somehow all I managed to do during the day was review some cd's, read in my super comfortable reclining chair, burn easy mac (definately didn't think that was possible), watch half a movie, and sleep.

Saturday night Ginger and I tried to find something to do in Radnor, PA which is almost as difficult as keeping oneself occupied in South Jersey. We went to Taco Bell, where I made a beautiful creation for dinner for only $2.85....everyone should go out and buy cinammon twists like twice a day. I don't know if everyone could handle their goodness, at only 69 cents too!

And then just when I thought I couldn't top my night, I went and found a used copy of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle's Soundtrack which I promptly bought for Panda. Afterwards I read like every music magazine in Borders and somehow managed to knock over an expensive paint set. Fortunately no one noticed, and I did not have to pay for the overpriced, shitty art set that I would have no use for anyhow.

Then I hung out with a friend who I haven't seen in the longest time. And we watched the craziest movie ever! It was about this average guy that just bugs out one day and has a nervous breakdown. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen because all he wanted to do was see his family for his daughter's birthday, and then his shit gets all messed up and he ends up killing/wounding everyone that crosses his path with random weapons he finds.

And then Sunday I really didn't accomplish anything amazing. But I did manage to see the the Yeah Yeah Yeah's video for Y-Control. It is the most disturbing thing I've seen in a long long time. I fucked around the station by myself for a good part of the morning, did some laundry, went to the King of Prussia Mall (AGAIN), and then had my radio show.

Yes, tonight was my first show and it was on the road to a total trainwreck to be honest. Drunk Wayne forcing me to sing happy birthday to his girlfriend on the air. (Yo, I can't sing...I try to sing, but to be honest singing is just not one of my talents in the least.) I threw my cell phone across the room because it was interferring with the radio signal and we were on-air live which probably scared my poor guest Christina who lives down the hall from me. Later tomorrow I will post my playlist as sad as it was for all to see.

By the way, I love my Lauren because she always leaves me little messages of happiness to see when I get back to my computer. Haha, she is the preacher's daughter from back home, but she is definately not the typical preacher's daughter. (Oh hell yea, for the "American Badass!")

Sometimes Sorry Isn't Good Enough

Yeah, so last night I must have snapped on about 5 people, including my mother. I feel so bad, (worse than a particular scumbag who has been tormenting me lately.) My apologies to all, I guess I'm just under more stress then I realized. Not to make excuses, but there is some explanation for my more than rude behavior.

First of all, I'm sick. No, not like Christine is suffering from a cold or the flu or some shit like that. I guess I'm more sick than I like to admit. I'm spitting up blood. Yes very nasty, yes very scary. I've been telling Amanda to look in my bed every morning to make sure I'm still alive. No I won't go to the doctor. I hate doctors with a passion. I refuse to go...I'll die first.

Secondly I've been worrying about a friend of mine. I haven't heard from him in a week, and he won't return my phone calls or text messages. I did think that he hated me since he blocked me online, but my roomie took it upon herself to see what was really going on. It turns out he's not really talking to anyone right now. Yes he and I weremore than platonic friends...but there won't ever be any relationship status for too many reasons to list.

The only thing is that I've been worrying myself (probably to the point of being so sick) about him. I just sent him another text message that said, "I hope whatever is bothering you will eventually get better. Please don't shut yourself off from the entire world its unhealthy. I miss you so much that it hurts." And no I probably won't recieve a reply to that EVER.

Panda has been raising hell about the entire situation. She says that she doesn't understand why I waste my time with these guys who are dicks. She does not care for the boy she found in my room when she first moved in. She does not care for the guy from this past summer. And now current dude is starting to move onto her shit list since he won't respond to me and I've been worrying oh so much.

Yeah, you probably wonder why I care so much about Panda's opinon. It's very simple...Panda is my roommate because she is so similar to me especially in musical taste, study habits, and lifestyle choice. But Panda also has the amazing ability to see things the way they really are...she gives me reality checks all the time. My dad used to say that I live in a fantasy world, and he's never been more right.

So boys please be nice right now...I know alot of you have this crazy asian fetish I still don't understand, but I'm not ready to be hurt again. Unless you are some amazing dude that sweeps me off my feet and really has something to offer, I suggest you don't even try. I'm not down for casual hooking-up, or some random fling anymore. Yeah, I guess I've finally gotten over that stage. If you are a guy who is intersted in me, I also suggest you give yourself one of those reality checks and run in the other direction because I just don't think you can handle me.

I Miss the Good Times of Summer

I found this picture laying around my desk and just had to post it. Yeah, that's the super irish Kelly and me in the NOFX pit moments before they came on and we got the shit kicked out of us. Yes, I'm eating her hair (it was in my goddamn face and I warned her like a million times to get it out of there) Ok ok ok, this picture was taken after I split a rum and coke and a margherita with John...if that gives any explanation onto why I would eat her hair like that...(Notice how my hand is wrapped up in gauze. I got this wicked burn a few days before this show. It was definately like a 2nd degree burn, but my parents wouldn't take me to the hospital so I fixed it up the best way possible.) Wow good times. It almost makes me miss home.